That evening, while Ken was going through his spellcasting session for the daily Exp gain, Merik visited his home, leading a servant on whose back lay a large box that strongly resembled a coffin.
"It was tough convincing those guys to part with this treasure. I hope you will remember this favor," the young goblin said, opening the lid of the box and gesturing at the armor parts arranged neatly inside.
It was a gold plated lightweight armor, the kind that only protected one's vitals properly. The chainmail didn't even extend to all parts of the body. There was no headgear either. Ken didn't really like their choice of 'gift'. And he didn't hesitate to make his dissatisfaction known.
Merik disagreed. "You haven't even heard of its speciality yet! It's a rare grade equipment, damn you! Even I don't get to wear armors so high quality unless there's a special occasion to participate in."
